Chapter 77: Was He Aware?

Yun Ruojin's expression was so striking that Lu Xiwan couldn't help but notice.

"Sorry, I have no intention of changing jobs right now," Lu Xiwan said bluntly, rejecting Fu Sijue.

But the next second Yun Ruojin suddenly interjected, "I think your inspiration is decent, but your design is still too immature, and your color palette is too uniform. You could look at some of my earlier works…"

Yun Ruojin talked on and on, her tone sounding as if she were lecturing a student.

Lu Xiwan: "……" That must be the legendary Popular Girl, capable of showing off to ninety thousand miles, but limited by her influence.

"Sorry, my design's theme is Thorn Rose, and the large swathes of red are meant to match the theme."

She didn't even look at the work carefully before starting to comment.

When Lu Xiwan heard Yun Ruojin using the analysis as a platform to brag about herself, she couldn't hold back.

Yun Ruojin's face turned pale from the rebuke.

She only wanted to show off in front of Fu Sijue, but ended up hitting a soft nail.

"The issues I pointed out aren't limited to that, you…"

Yun Ruojin didn't finish her sentence before a panting staff member rushed in and interrupted.

"Miss Yun, the judging panel has another banquet tonight; several teachers ask you to go up first."

Yun Ruojin left, biting her lip in resentment, and the vast parking lot was left only with Lu Xiwan and Fu Sijue.

"You can reconsider what I just said; the Fu Clan will always retain preferential terms for you."

Fu Sijue remained unrelenting, tossing out another tempting condition.

Lu Xiwan simply shook her head in silence, "President Luo has shown me great favor; I could never betray President Luo."

Fu Sijue probably valued the commercial potential she could bring, but Luo Zhou is someone she regards as family.

In the end, they're different.

Fu Sijue lowered his gaze at Lu Xiwan, feeling an inexplicable, strange sensation because of that sentence.

"You're becoming more like her."

When Fu Sijue said this, his voice carried a hint of amusement.

Lu Xiwan's heart throbed as if squeezed tightly for a moment.

"Everyone is a unique being; I'm unlike anyone."

He's probably said that many times over the years.

Lu Xiwan thought, whether it was feigned affection or a belated epiphany, no one could say.

Unable to figure it out, she simply chose not to think about it.

"It's not because you look alike; she also reproduced your preliminary design draft."

The two drafts were identical, down to the last detail, leaving Fu Sijue no room for doubt.

"May I ask exactly how you produced that draft?"

Fu Sijue still hoped, wanting to get the answer he sought from Lu Xiwan's mouth.

"I've already explained it clearly before; doesn't President Fu know as well?"

Repeating the same reason several times was exhausting; Lu Xiwan simply lacked the energy to explain further.

How had she not realized before that Fu Sijue was such a persistent person?

"I'm not very convinced," Fu Sijue said.

No two leaves are identical in the world, and he didn't believe two people could coincidentally arrive at the same idea.

Lu Xiwan halted, "I've arrived; Mr. Fu, no need to say more. Whether you choose to believe it or not, this is all the explanation I can give you."

After speaking, she opened the car door, got in, and slammed the door shut.

Luo Zhou, seated in the passenger seat, glanced at Lu Xiwan's frustrated face through the rearview mirror.

"Fu Sijue is pestering you again?"

Lu Xiwan's expression darkened; she took off her mask and tossed it into the trash, "He wants me to work for the Fu Clan, and he still doesn't believe the reasons I gave before."

She had still underestimated Fu Sijue's suspicion.

Just don't show up in that role; I'll handle him later.

"I now really want to uncover what the truth was back then."

Those events have always been a knot in Lu Xiwan's heart, unable to fade away with time.

She can now be certain that those people were sent by Gu Qingmeng.

The only question is what role Fu Sijue actually played in this matter.

Was he aware?